Traps

Best be those who mind their tees and traps for a green man lurks in the swamps wanting to win over the lives of the tramps mucking their way to rev up the amps. Life costs plenty true and to be sure so a pot of gold is good as green’s grass to dampen the drizzle and tender a lure for a game a golf will tempt any lad or lass. But be wary for the trick is to know On which end the rainbows pot will fall One good trap will sink you like a blow While fair sailing makes you feel very tall. The truth is, oh lad and lasses, traps be quick And traps be full, they hide and bely Every hubris act that gabs it on thick causes elf to ensure your success is but a lie.